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(Intro) |
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Yeah.. Gilla House.. {*laughing*} Brick Mob |
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Gotti click, bitch! |
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(You already know nigga) What you about to hear |
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Can be devastating to yo' ear {*fades out*} (Ha ha!) |
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(Redman - talking) |
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(Let's go, yo!) You know the deal muh'fucker! |
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(Let's go, yo!) You know when Gilla niggaz is in the building man |
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(Let's go, yo!) You know how we gotta do it nigga |
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(Let's go, yo!) You know the deal muh'fucker! |
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(Redman) |
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(Let's go, yo!) I got my hand on the pump |
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(Let's go, yo!) I gotta fist full of funk |
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My blunt got the green chunks, new from the jump |
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The duke is hazardous, Boss Hog number one |
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Reach out touch someone, not Atlantic belle |
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Red lost his mind in Africa with Chappelle |
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Never pump his brakes, when a chick wan' tell |
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I "clip her," then give her weed that "Sam can sell" |
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I'm fly, apicnell, trips on Pan-am |
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On the shotgun, the hammer, kick like Van Dam |
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I am what I am, Popeye, black eye |
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Take a hood chick that love Biggie that's cockeyed |
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Blah! Blah! You can bring the blue suits in |
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I still +Takeover+ like two on the +Blueprint+ |
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On my car, you see this guy with a roof big |
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Another thick chick with ass about 210! |
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Yeah, I don't make threats, I promise |
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I'm still the shit, even if Flex don't bomb it |
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And then my neck vomit, spit heat that spit narcotics |
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You wrapped up like Islamics |
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Get it poppin like pyros in the hood |
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Stash the weed from 5-0 in the wood |
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I got dried clothes in the mud |
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I'm dirty, R-rated, yeah I'm the bro with the pud |
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(Chorus) |
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(Let's go, yo!) Chick know it's time to leave |
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(Let's go, yo!) Gotta go and grab my keys |
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(Let's go, yo!) Chick tryna steal my weed |
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(Let's go, yo!) "It's about to change out here!" |
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(Let's go, yo!) "Yo, yo, yo, yo" |
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(Let's go, yo!) |
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(Redman) |
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Yo, you thought you won two, but you just lost one |
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Got Patron on my dome, thick chicks in the trunk |
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I'm in the streets like Little Zane in the slum |
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I'm the "Best Man" like Taye Diggs on the drum |
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I'm from.. Brick City, be on the lookout |
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We roll deep like the Wayans, dead at your cookout |
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"Woo zah!" "Bad Boy," Mama Duke pushed out |
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Told Def Jam, watch the plan that I put down |
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Gilla House! Testicle, one, two |
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Check here, and it's no question what I'm gon' do |
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I'm in ya Harlem Nights with Dominique Peru |
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Drunk as hell, gettin head at the comedy review |
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I, stay around the corner from Park Hill |
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I ain't hard to find, but I'm sure hard to kill |
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Say "party over here!" Watch the truck rail |
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Only dude with H.B.O. on my windshield |
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I "chillll," like E and P makin dollars |
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The L's that I roll, the size of Godfathers |
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E'rybody know your click but I'm live-er |
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I'm drunk off liquor, bitch so I'm drivin |
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(Chorus) |
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(Redman) |
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Redman is in the heezay |
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Packer, get that Green Bay up off E-Bay |
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I moved up like George and Weezay, greasy |
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Sent ya wifebeater, B.K. for a cheesecake |
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D.J., spin it back one time {*d.j. spins it back*} |
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Yeah, "Mami say, mami sai, mami macho sai" |
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I supply the real shit when hip-hop go dry |
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Mexicans love the way that the vodto rhyme |
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How to stay with the pen since Picasso died |
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Twenty six on the tie, fitted, white tee |
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Hit the hood like.. nighttime with free minutes |
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Ho! Back up in this bitch like whoa |
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They just started a fight on the main flo' |
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(Chorus) - repeat 2X |
